In The End Only Kindness Matters Novels & Stories

five years later . it's been five fucking years since I finally had that Peace that I had Been longing for my whole life . In the end, it's not how it started or how it's going that really does matter ,but what really matters at this point is how it really does end up . It just doesn't make any sense how we would fight ourselves to get what we want when all that we want is for ourselves to be at peace and not at long head ,at what joy would it cost .

I suddenly feel drained, and a good night’s sleep would do wonders. I pondered what Ahmya’s last words to me were and wondered what she could mean by them. How can kindness possibly be someone’s doom? I have never received kindness before moving here, so if I want to show people kindness, then I will. I won’t rule with fear, that’s for certain.

Your words are enough to free myself from shackles that limit me for a long time. If all people are like you, then, I am fully sure that this world will be a better place. Even aliens from outer space would like to build a home here. People who think that fame, power and fortune make the world go round are the worst. You cannot prolong your life when you all got those. And you cannot take those things to your grave. Once you are dead, you will turn to dust, just like other people who died in the past centuries ago. It is kindness that really make the world go round.

And that was all that mattered. --- The End.

Our love, our determination to build a future together, is what truly matters. The END

It made it look as if I were the perpetrator, and they were the victims. In the comments, a swarm of brainless fans cheered him on. "Good thing you ran. Staying under a black-hearted boss like that would drain you dry sooner or later." "Ryan is so loyal. Even after quitting, he still took everyone with him. That alone makes him way better than that boss who hides behind fake kindness." "Support!" Amid the praise, one different comment surfaced.

“Meaning. Small things speak of meaning like it is real. Like it is not just a story you tell yourselves to ignore the truth. The truth that everything ends. Everything fades. Everything returns to nothing eventually.” “Eventually is not now. Eventually is not today. We exist today. We love today. We matter today.” Kade’s voice was stronger now. More certain. “Yes, we will die. Yes, everything ends. But the time between birth and death? That time matters. That time is everything.”

I ground out, my teeth clenched, “What is your type? What do you look for most in a man?” She exhaled shakily, her gaze drifting off into the distance. “Kindness,” She said after a moment, catching me completely off guard. I stared at her. Kindness? That was it? “I want a man who’s kind to me,” She continued, her voice quieter but firm. “Because, you see, love isn’t always enough.” She paused, her gaze locking onto mine. “There will be moments when love fades, when feelings waver. And in those moments… kindness will be the backbone that holds everything together.”

Engaging in arguments with others, crying or seeking consolation. Messy. Contradictory. Alive. Then she answered clearly: The absence of individuality means that kindness is no longer a choice. The Continuum entity went silent. Elys stared at her. Adrian positioned his arms slightly above her. Miriam looked unsettled again. That answer encompassed more issues than politics or survival. Choice gave meaning to compassion. Without choice, goodness became programming. The Continuum's Judgment. It spent several seconds resolving her response. Then its body shifted sharply.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” Maria watched the exchange with that steady softness she always carried. “It’s important to treat people like people,” she said. “No one here forgets how small kindness goes. In this house, small things get noticed. You will find it’s the little mercies that hold everything together.”